So let us lie:
That a kiss in the rain
is a love drenched in truth.
The archaic resounding ‘let’s wait’
in love is but blustering boring vain.
Oh let us shut our eyes:
at the tear-soaked guilt
and sorrow-wrinkled faces
as the virgin hearts break
and blameless souls are set aflame.
We call this passion
yet pluck out its eyes
so it may never see reason.
Let us tarnish white, black,
Sacrifice joy for all that is dark.
Realise that love is lust in line.
By David Mwaura